huggin_munnin
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Entry 1:
I haven't ever seen the point of recording one's thoughts before. Some Younglings, Padawans and even Masters did so, but I have had no interest. Now though, now is different. Much has happened beyond what I might imagine. I had thought myself just a simple Apprentice, a future Guardian of the New Republic. Now...now, I do not know for certain.
I am Ceska Starshield, once a Youngling and Padawan of the New Jedi Order as I had been since I was three years old. I suppose I am still inexorably tied to the Jedi, as always I shall be. They have been my entire life and I cannot bear them any malice. Not anymore. Even if I stand against them in some way, I feel love for those who have raised me and taught me.
My Master, he was a Rutian Twi'lek of his middle years. He had already trained another to full Knighthood when he found me. I was a Youngling, twelve standard years old, and good with my training saber. But I was prone to anger and frustration. Other Knights and Masters had steered away from me despite my skills. He chose me especially.
He was patient, he truly understood. He was my teacher and even my Father, disciplining me when it was warranted but always ready to forgive and forget. He was huge and imposing, his enemies felt dread but I never did. I knew him well, knew the gentle being under the scars and muscle.
When he died, a part of me died with him. I was so full of rage and grief that I was blind to the efforts of the Masters to help me. I ran, and I am ashamed to say, touched the Dark Side. I fear that, however brief, the contact will forever scar me. It's always there and I know if I don't resist that it shall consume me entirely.
Therefore, I must fight it in whatever way I can. When I meditate, I can feel the scum of the Dark Side on the Force. I can feel the suffering and horror of countless beings. It compels me to act and help those innocents. Thusly, I shall act even if I must work against my beloved Order of Jedi. The Force wills it.
I haven't ever seen the point of recording one's thoughts before. Some Younglings, Padawans and even Masters did so, but I have had no interest. Now though, now is different. Much has happened beyond what I might imagine. I had thought myself just a simple Apprentice, a future Guardian of the New Republic. Now...now, I do not know for certain.
I am Ceska Starshield, once a Youngling and Padawan of the New Jedi Order as I had been since I was three years old. I suppose I am still inexorably tied to the Jedi, as always I shall be. They have been my entire life and I cannot bear them any malice. Not anymore. Even if I stand against them in some way, I feel love for those who have raised me and taught me.
My Master, he was a Rutian Twi'lek of his middle years. He had already trained another to full Knighthood when he found me. I was a Youngling, twelve standard years old, and good with my training saber. But I was prone to anger and frustration. Other Knights and Masters had steered away from me despite my skills. He chose me especially.
He was patient, he truly understood. He was my teacher and even my Father, disciplining me when it was warranted but always ready to forgive and forget. He was huge and imposing, his enemies felt dread but I never did. I knew him well, knew the gentle being under the scars and muscle.
When he died, a part of me died with him. I was so full of rage and grief that I was blind to the efforts of the Masters to help me. I ran, and I am ashamed to say, touched the Dark Side. I fear that, however brief, the contact will forever scar me. It's always there and I know if I don't resist that it shall consume me entirely.
Therefore, I must fight it in whatever way I can. When I meditate, I can feel the scum of the Dark Side on the Force. I can feel the suffering and horror of countless beings. It compels me to act and help those innocents. Thusly, I shall act even if I must work against my beloved Order of Jedi. The Force wills it.